Chapter 252 What are you thinking about
"I fell."
"Where did you fall?"
Mrs. Zou and Yao Wenji were watching from the side. He Sang felt uncomfortable and stepped back. "Old house."
Liang Chihui frowned and pinched her ankle to prevent her from retreating. "Why didn't you mention it during the day?"
On the way to the theater, I happened to pass by an orthopedic hospital. I could tell at a glance that the bandaging technique was done by Sister Rong, it was a mess.
He Sang stamped his foot, and the hem of his pants fell down to cover the gauze. "It's just a little scrape, but it's almost healed."
She didn't stay there any longer and ran towards the stage.
"Be careful." Liang Chihui warned.
Two-thirds of the way through the second half, Director Yu walked down the stairs and passed by the second and third rows of people. Liang Chihui casually crossed his legs. The audience was dim, and Director Yu didn't notice and tripped hard, falling to his knees on the steps.
He was surprised, "Mr. Yu, it's not a festival, why are you giving such a big gift?"
Director Yu rubbed his knee with a grin, "Why did Second Young Master Liang suddenly stretch his legs?"
"Because my legs are long, they're numb from sitting." Liang Chihui stretched out his left leg again, showing the length of his left leg. He pressed his leather shoe against Director Yu's hip bone and applied force. "Director Yu, please look."
Director Yu's face flushed with pain and he glared at him fiercely.
Liang Chihui turned a blind eye and leisurely brushed the creases of his trousers.
Yao Wenjie witnessed this scene. The second brother was good-tempered in the eyes of the outside world, at least on the surface. Director Yu had a certain prestige in the upper class circle. Unless he ran into his trap, he would not make things so difficult for Director Yu.
"Mrs. Yao." Director Yu stood up and bowed.
Yao Wenjie drank her tea slowly and leisurely.
Director Yu took a seat attentively. "I'm bringing a client to see a play. Director Zhang is on the second floor."
Liang Chihui looked towards the second floor. Mr. Zhang was leaning against the wooden fence, wearing a youthful white suit. He was talking to his deskmate in high spirits. His eyes seemed to sweep over the first floor unintentionally. He nodded, and Liang Chihui nodded without saying a word.
"Director Liang was hospitalized this afternoon. Everyone at the Liang Group was extremely worried and couldn't take care of the project. The billion-dollar provincial order basically fell on Zhang's shoulders. Thanks to Madam Yao for intervening, Director Zhang is very grateful to you."
Yao Wenji put down her teacup. "Liang Jing and I have always had a bad relationship. He is the eldest son of the Liang family. The second and third branches dare not offend him. I took the risk. Chairman Zhang, please don't let me down."
"Half of the profits from the subsequent lucrative positions offered by the province will be remitted to your account." Director Yu lowered his voice. "Director Zhang doesn't care about money, he cares about status. Back then, when the four major families were competing for the ranking, Director Zhang held his breath. Liang Yanzhang was nothing without Weng Qiong's support! Director Zhang started from scratch, so why should he be ranked last? Now that the Zhou and Ye families have declined, if the Zhang family surpasses the Liang family, Zhou Liang Ye Zhang will become Zhang Liang Zhou Ye. Director Zhang will be proud of himself. Anything you ask is negotiable."
Yao Wenji smiled and said, "I wish him success."
Director Yu stood up from his seat and said, "Thank you for your good wishes."
After he left, Yao Wenji asked, "Did he offend you?"
Liang Chihui was silent.
"Mr. Yu is a veteran in the business world. Don't overdo it," Yao Wenji said doubtfully. "He doesn't have much power in the Zhang Group, and you and the Zhang Group haven't collaborated. How could he be hindering you?"
The driver said, "Mr. Yu rear-ended the second young master's car."
Yao Wenji looked at him and asked, "Are you hurt?"
The driver added, "The Second Young Master wasn't hurt, it was Miss He who got hit."
Liang Chihui's tone was not good, "What are you doing in here?"
"Then I'll wait for you outside." The driver turned and went out.
Yao Wenjie glanced at him and said nothing.
The curtain call for "Thunderstorm" is at 8pm.
After leaving the theater, Yao Wenji took Mrs. Zou home. The driver wasn't there, so Liang Chihui stood on the steps and asked, "Are you driving yourself?"
Mrs. Zou laughed so hard she couldn't stop. "Your mother is a very good driver. She even overtook other cars on the highway. It scared my heart so much."
"I'll let the driver take you." Liang Chihui signaled the driver to drive the BMW X6.
The driver opened the car door and Mrs. Zou got in first. Yao Wenji waved to He Sang, "Get in the back seat."
"I'll take her there." Liang Chihui stopped him directly.
He Sang didn't move.
Yao Wenji stood there for a while, "Yan Zhang is in the People's Hospital, Ji Xilan and Liang Jing are accompanying him, it would be inappropriate for you not to go."
Liang Chihui understood that she was reminding him of the limits, "I'll go over after I send He Sang off."
After getting in the car, he turned around outside the theater gate and asked, "Where are you going back to?"
"Jinyue Mansion."
Liang Chihui tilted his head, stared at her for a moment, and stretched his arm to her chest.
He Sang suddenly raised her hand and watched him walk around her without touching her at all. He just pulled out the seat belt and put it on her. "You've been rear-ended once, don't you remember?"
She panted rapidly, her tension subsiding, "Thank you, second brother."
He Sang sat stiffly. It was night time. The whole city was ablaze with neon lights. Rain and mist floated between the tall buildings. The lights were ambiguous and intoxicating.
Colorful lights and shadows passed by him and paused for a moment.
It was drowned by scattered raindrops.
The car was parked at the entrance of the community. Liang Chihui turned off the engine, took out a cigarette box from the locker, and took out a cigarette.
He Sang didn't mind the smell of cigarettes. Liang Jishen's addiction to cigarettes was greater than any other man, so she was used to it. However, Liang Chihui still asked like a gentleman, "Is it okay?"
She nodded. "Okay."
Liang Chihui lowered his head slightly and pressed the lighter. The flame shot into the air, illuminating his face. He Sang felt that he was a little different every day. He couldn't describe what the difference was, his aura, expression, depth, in short, it was completely unfathomable.
He Sang was thinking, Ni Hong had been with him for ten years, so how much did she know about him?
He is so mysterious. Does it mean that he has many secrets that cannot be revealed, buried deep in the dark? The closer you get to him, the more chances you have to uncover the truth about He Jinping.
If Liang Chihui planned to take revenge on the Third House, he would definitely first bring down Liang Jishen. Only when Liang Jishen was unable to turn over could he move against Ji Xilan. Being by his side, he could control his every move. He would be on guard against everything, not as cautious as he would be against outsiders, so he would not let down his guard even a little.
"What are you thinking about?" Liang Chihui turned his head to the window, holding a cigarette, and the ashes fell into the endless black hole-like night.
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